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I'M All About Satanic Prevention

Like a chain game how one thought leads to the next how one epic leads you to the next one piece uncovers the next thought but it doesn't matter to me anymore I'll be dead soon and this is my ghost haunting you in this little world for being soo smart thinking someone would read between my words but I'm told cheer up it's not soo bad non existent crime scene shhhhh...i'm giving it all away but it doesn't matter to me anymore because this revolutionary who knows too much sheltering the youth all about prevention you're too stupid to immerse yourself in and see through Your metaphor for a prayer reaching out to officials who don't believe me and if they do can't do anything with my suspicions so why does it matter give up all my secrets right here and haunt you as you go from link to link p[age to page and find the nothing of how i am something and realize the maze of this place of dwelling is not blasphemy Do you need to slide sweetie? are you haunted like me? does your father seem like hes no longer there? just where do we go from here and hes fat but you remember how just a few weeks ago he was skinny HO HO HO I'm all about prevention of satanic cult murders and malpractice and political wrong doings sorry if i sleep through your chirping birds and i'm lost in my little world but one day you'll turn around and thank me and i'll damn all the people who laughed at all my good intentions but what does it matter I'll soon n be dead and this is my ghost here to haunt! so figure out the puzzle i tried but you just did nothing and i thought you d be smart? like the people on the bus like the college proffesors or the detectives or everyone else they don't see i''m a visionary a victom of too little too late

Copyright © | Year Posted 2006




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